"The male prostitute..." Kurt revealed.
"I'm not a fucking prostitute, you moron!"
"Really? So, it wasn't you at that old lady's house? You seem a little young to be in a relationship with someone like her."
"Fuck you! She's not even that old! I like my women ripe for the taking!"
"T.M.I. dude, I didn't ask about that."
"The fuck is T.M.I.!?"
"Geez seriously, it's like every day I learn about something that's been forgotten to time."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"It means; Too,"
SMACK!
"Much,"
SMACK!
"Information,"
SMACK!
"Stop smacking me!" He cried at Kurt.
"Why the hell were you trying to kill me, huh? Afraid that someone's been snooping in your back yard?"
"That's none of your business! Whatever happens in this place is none of your business! So why don't you just die!" He tried freeing his arms but couldn't.
"Did the church send you? Are you part of the cult?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
